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The famous war cry at the Battle of the Boyne: "Date Me Bigot!"
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Megathread Tranny Sideshows on Social Media - Any small-time spectacle on Reddit, Tumblr, Twitter, Dating Sites, and other social media.
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sheepworldvizor
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The righteous sanctimony dopamine addiction.
deermeat
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Can someone decipher this for me? I am assuming this is a pooner, not a troon, but what the fuck then? Why can't these people just be authentic and stop trying to act like some "not like the other girls" nonsense.
If this is somehow a troon IDing as a "trans man", that's even worse but not unheard of.
I feel embarrassed over the fact I can't tell because these people are always like "haahhaaa you can't tell >: )" as if its a own. Yeah you bragging about your ability to catfish someone isn't a flex, it's creepy and disgusting. Its like a fatty whos really good at camera angles and can make themselves appear not fat. How is that a flex? Youre still a tranny either way.
But no, their typing is so weird.
And THIS is the type of people thirsting over them.
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Like you can clear see why I think this is a troon, right? Even if its a pooner, they got that uncanny valley disturbing look to them. How I found them was from a pooner whos also into "tgirls", your average girl-who-never-recovered-from-trauma-and-now-copes-using-hypersexuality debacle. Shes been my personal lolcow.
No though, I do legit feel sorry for them. Its pretty obvious they are a case of "mentally ill unstable abuse victim turned addict latching making reliving abuse their identity".
Such a lovely community that I'd love to be apart of. Totally not male-dominated and icel-inspired.
Anyways, I cant find the post but she would make posts talking about wanting to detransition because cis girls think shes weird and TiMs only ever wanna be friends with TiMs (shocker) and how other trans men arent as relatable because shes not as feminine. Now, she posts this.
She could've peaked but alas the cope is too strong and the "community" she takes solace in is content with dragging her down futher. If only she could wake up and realize she deserves better than the hell she is in.
If this is somehow a troon IDing as a "trans man", that's even worse but not unheard of.
I feel embarrassed over the fact I can't tell because these people are always like "haahhaaa you can't tell >: )" as if its a own. Yeah you bragging about your ability to catfish someone isn't a flex, it's creepy and disgusting. Its like a fatty whos really good at camera angles and can make themselves appear not fat. How is that a flex? Youre still a tranny either way.
But no, their typing is so weird.
And THIS is the type of people thirsting over them.
More images
Like you can clear see why I think this is a troon, right? Even if its a pooner, they got that uncanny valley disturbing look to them. How I found them was from a pooner whos also into "tgirls", your average girl-who-never-recovered-from-trauma-and-now-copes-using-hypersexuality debacle. Shes been my personal lolcow.
No though, I do legit feel sorry for them. Its pretty obvious they are a case of "mentally ill unstable abuse victim turned addict latching making reliving abuse their identity".
Such a lovely community that I'd love to be apart of. Totally not male-dominated and icel-inspired.
Anyways, I cant find the post but she would make posts talking about wanting to detransition because cis girls think shes weird and TiMs only ever wanna be friends with TiMs (shocker) and how other trans men arent as relatable because shes not as feminine. Now, she posts this.
She could've peaked but alas the cope is too strong and the "community" she takes solace in is content with dragging her down futher. If only she could wake up and realize she deserves better than the hell she is in.
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I feel fantastic hey hey hey
The least uncanny selfie he's taken
AHAHAHAHA YWBAW
A dangerhair and an autogynephile couple, a combination of mental illness and instability
Them manhands don't lie
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Always with that fucking smirk, every single time.
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Unfortunately, I've seen women who look very much like this. She wasn't the first to come to mind, but Tammy Scalfani is an on-site example, which also says a lot about Jack
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Looks and sounds like a NLOG millennial/maybe older zoomer pooner to me. She calls herself transmasc which is basically pooner but also includes “nonbinary” women. I can see where the confusion comes from though and it seems like she gets a lot out of being androgynous and totes queer.
It’s weird seeing women who are conventionally feminine and love “looking pretty” go on T and then detrans in all but name, but still identify as trans for…the brownie points? It boggles the mind. She just looks like a (admittedly styled very odd) girl with a possible eating disorder to me, not even particularly masculine. In another timeline she’d be a #quirky tumblr girl instead of trying to pander to sex pest troons.
I’m trying to work out if her bottom half of the face was always like that or if she got surgery? It looks downright chimp-esque and to my knowledge T doesn’t do that. Her makeup and styling also really do not do her any favors. In this picture she looks more normal.
The funny part to me is that if she pretended to be mtf she probably would get more of the tranny asspats she clearly wants, but instead she insists on being a xd random
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lol bro has a whole ballsack for a chin it’s so over for himIt seems we have mostly true and honest lesbian on r/actuallesbians. Let's take a closer look.
Marty Stinkditch
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The troons that amuse me the most are the ones who don't even try to pass. It's like he knows that a fat, greasy, hon like himself won't ever trick anyone who isn't an alcoholic on their third divorce and balding to sleep with him
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Science troon talks about the attempt by other science troons to change the DMRT1 gene in order to get estrogen. "Catboybiologist" offers some hard facts...but not before I decided to dive into his profile. You're in for a treat...a draft horse treat, but one nonetheless.
He also states he's 'the most fuckable person in a redwood forest':
Claims he will be fuckable at the age of 106:
Well then, let's see this sexy lady.
Into guys with noses so huge you could go hunting for gold? This lass is your lass.
So ladylike, he doesn't need sunscreen for those burn!
I bet you want to nuzzle those tits, don't you? Right underneath that gunt.
He also reblogs something called 'tgirl tummy Tuesdays' and here are some sexy contenders:
Gosh, look at that T-girl growth! So proud of you, girl!
Puzzlecat is complaining about the humidity. Help a sexy lady out, would you?
Maybe try to clean that bathroom mirror for once, to get a better view? Cleaning is clearly for True and Honest women.
This one shows off her lovely tummy while building a figurine! I bet she smells nice.
Gosh, aren't we all just jealous of their beauty?! Fucking TERFs can't even come close.
It's not fair how women don't have to shave and be female. Transwomen have to do all that and still appear male, and it isn't fair.
What an odd thing to say.
You'll never believe the guy I reblogged this from. Here are some clues:
We cannot forget the gender affirming trait of ass hair:
Can't forget this tidbit. A troon headcanons Viktor from Arcane as...a transwoman. Also is disabled, probably has nothing to do with obesity and the hormones, nope.
He also states he's 'the most fuckable person in a redwood forest':
Claims he will be fuckable at the age of 106:
Well then, let's see this sexy lady.
Into guys with noses so huge you could go hunting for gold? This lass is your lass.
So ladylike, he doesn't need sunscreen for those burn!
I bet you want to nuzzle those tits, don't you? Right underneath that gunt.
He also reblogs something called 'tgirl tummy Tuesdays' and here are some sexy contenders:
Gosh, look at that T-girl growth! So proud of you, girl!
Puzzlecat is complaining about the humidity. Help a sexy lady out, would you?
Maybe try to clean that bathroom mirror for once, to get a better view? Cleaning is clearly for True and Honest women.
This one shows off her lovely tummy while building a figurine! I bet she smells nice.
Gosh, aren't we all just jealous of their beauty?! Fucking TERFs can't even come close.
It's not fair how women don't have to shave and be female. Transwomen have to do all that and still appear male, and it isn't fair.
What an odd thing to say.
You'll never believe the guy I reblogged this from. Here are some clues:
We cannot forget the gender affirming trait of ass hair:
Can't forget this tidbit. A troon headcanons Viktor from Arcane as...a transwoman. Also is disabled, probably has nothing to do with obesity and the hormones, nope.
Disastrously Dumb
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pierbi is a twitter user who has an OF
and he has alot of support mostly by gooners who fap to him that floods his posts with support
whilst actively only responds to random conservatives who never paid mind to him.
also is fuzzz99 considered a dramacow or any form of cow?
because of its inability to separate real life with online and kept saying weird shit online whilst 4 months ago being fired from being a teaching assistant after trying to groom kids into trooning out.
which funnily enough backfired because the kids showed their parents fuzzz99's tiktok and got the school to Yeet it out the school gates.
and he has alot of support mostly by gooners who fap to him that floods his posts with support
whilst actively only responds to random conservatives who never paid mind to him.
also is fuzzz99 considered a dramacow or any form of cow?
because of its inability to separate real life with online and kept saying weird shit online whilst 4 months ago being fired from being a teaching assistant after trying to groom kids into trooning out.
which funnily enough backfired because the kids showed their parents fuzzz99's tiktok and got the school to Yeet it out the school gates.
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Dude can't even get a proper joint to pose for a photo. I know men who have bigger tits due to eating too much chicken with hormones than this guy got from E.
I bet you want to nuzzle those tits, don't you? Right underneath that gunt.
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Marcia P. Johnson is the name of that creature. He tried to claim he was behind the stonewall riots but the dude was probably balls deep in some underage drugged out black kid. He did drag and wasnt trans. Some trans loves to wave him around as a rolemodel, probably because hes black, but the old guard in the gay and lezzie circles wont have it.
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That's pretty insane.
DMRT1 is a sex differentiation gene. Knocking it out in embryos will interfere with normal testicular development and result in upregulation of ovarian associated factors (although to be clear, it doesn't mean an embryo would become female, just sort of an inbetween state).
This person is claiming they injected a virus that basically deactivates the gene (this is a big oversimplification of CRISPR). This could in theory cause the testicles to stop producing sperm properly and even cells starting to act like ovarian tissue, changing the endocrine balance.
It's a bit like when pooners talk about how they've grown prostate cells from being on T. They have not grown a prostate, they have developed "androgen-associated prostatic metaplasia" in the cervicovaginal epithelium (basically the surface of the vaginal canal and cervix). This is VERY BAD, because squamous metaplasia (which can can just happen with age) can cause a variety of issues if it starts growing too much, like dysplasia or even become cancerous. It's what pap smears are checking for, abnormal cells that don't look like the cells you'd expect to see on the cervix.
So the biohacker is claiming to have done something similar, basically destabilised the testicles in an unpredictable way. DMRT1 maintains the appropriate differentiation of testicular stem cells into sperm cells, a process that goes on continually in an adult male. But it's not just creating "boy hormones", because it's also maintaining genomic stability in those cells and making sure they stick to specific reproductive cycles, so destabilising that process is VERY BAD. How bad?
Disrupting and destabilising testicular function in this way can cause the cells to grow unpredictably and potentially turn cancerous (hence the thing about how pregnancy tests can detect some forms of testicular cancer, because the testicles have started producing various forms of pregnancy associated hormones because they're misfiring.
I'm not saying the biohacker basically made a genetically modified version of HIV that is guaranteed to make him infertile and give him testicular cancer, but it's a lot closer to that than making a magical injection that turns him into a woman. Hopefully this other person is right and it's all a LARP.
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The real question here is, why are their usernames so similar? Name and four digits.
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They're such misogynistic goblins. That's what happens right guys? We just sit around crying all the fucking time and not remotely in control of our emotions, it's not like we have jobs to do and lives to lead.
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So 75 years old and yet not a “woman”, but just a “girl.”
Disgusting, decrepit old pervert.
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One of the funniest things to happen to the mythologised version of 1970s NYC is digitisation. Because while people like Marsha and Sylvia Rivera could basically claim they did something and argue about it and you wouldn't really be able to prove it, now you can easily find and cite primary sources. For example, this issue of Village Voice from July 1971:
Transcript (warning: the journalist clearly fancied himself as Hunter S Thompson)
Transvestites in the street - STAR trek.
Sylvia has been kicked out of the STAR house. So have Marsha and Bambi and Andorra. The STAR house at 213 East 2nd Street, owned by Mike Umbers of Christopher's End and the Studio Book Store and Gay Dogs and Mark Litho and Village real estate, is unoccupied. And the STARs are living in the street again, morning, noon and night.
Sylvia and Marsha and Bambi and Andorra are men who dress in women's clothing. They occasionally take hormone shots; they don't want a sex change; they hustle for a living. They call themselves "girlies". They're unlike Holly Woodlawn and Jackie Curtis and Candy Darling and some of the others who are into fashion and movie star image. They're unlike the Miss Trentons and Miss Perth Amboys who spend 11 months of the year pasting bangles and rhinestones to their Marie Antoinette hoopskirts so as to slay them and win first prize and next year's Thanksgiving Day Ball. STAR doesn't put this down. Those girls are gay sisters, but they're not girlies, or STARs.
STAR, short for Street Transvestite Action Revolutionaries, is mainly into whoring and radical politics. Their philosophy is to destroy the system that's fucking us over. They're a subculture unaccepted within the subculture of transvestitism and looked down at in horror by many of the women and men in the homosexual liberation movement. Sylvia and Marsha and Bambi and Andorra with their third world looks and their larger-than-life presences and their cut the crap tongues do not "fit" at a GAA meeting. "We don't relate to each other" says Sylvia. Marsha says, "Why should I go to their dances? No one asks me to dance. I freak them out." STAR didn't do too well with the Gay Liberation Front toward the end, either. The STARs relate very well to themselves, and to a certain segment of the "live and let live" street people. But by and large, they're the great unwanteds. Sometimes, it reflects.
Sylvia started STAR as a result of the NYU-Weinstein Basement sit-in last September. She had lived at Weinstein for six days and give nights, one of the most vocal protestors at the sit-in concerning the relationship of the NYU to the homosexual area in which it's located. Weinstein was perhaps the first time a community spirit came out of a cross-section of the homosexual movement in New York. The staids and the activists and the radicals and the transvestites and the street people got to know each other during the siege. It was elbow-to-elbow living, with a common oppressor - the university. After the sit-ins were outsed, Sylvia issued the first STAR pamphlet. "You people run if you want to, but we're tired of running. We intend to fight for our rights until we get them."
About two months after Weinstein, Mike Umbers made a deal "with Bubbles", one of the original STARs, to take over the dilapitdated hellhole of a building on East 2nd Street. It had a roof, but the toilets wouldn't flush, the water came out rusty from the sink, and there was no heat during the winter. Umbers said the legal rent was $310 a month. He'd take $200. The four apartment occupants and whoever stayed over paid Bubbles the rent money. Sometimes it got to Mike Umbers, sometimes it didn't. Bubbles split town for Florida in March or April. Umbers delegated someone else to collect. He claims he's received a total of $198 over a three month period.
I visited the STAR house a couple of days before they got their five-day eviction notice, and I visited again on the day they were supposed to get out. The day of the first visit, Sylvia greeted me at her apartment door. It was 3pm and she was pulling herself together. There were a couple of posters on the wall. Free All Political Prisoners, Free Angela Davis. The scarlet STAR banner she had marched under at the Gay Pride Week celebration a couple of days before lay folded in the corner. A headachey mixture of poppers and leaky gas filled the air. Little puppies were everywhere - Prince and Princess and Polo and Toby. One of the dogs had been hit by a car a month ago, and buried in the back yard. On the floor was an empty ketchup bottle and a box of Diamond Crystal salt. Sylvia pulled out a scrapbook with clippings from The Voice and Gay Power about her achievements. She talked about wanting to get out of the STAR house, about getting another house somewhere else. She said she was back to hustling 42nd Street. The Village was dead, no one had money in the Village any more. She had abandoned the Silver Dollar, "since I broke the last window and someone beat me up I don't relate to it any more".
Bambi was asleep in the next room, and Pearlie May, a woman in man's clothing, was talking about entering the Sisters of the Resurrection Monastery because "they spirit is leading me there". The conversation took a romantic turn and Pearlie said she was madly in love with a lot of people and that's nifty, but she'd never let them know it. She quoted a line from a poem she'd written: "Many thanks to the dead dog lovers". Sylvia and I made plans to meet at 43rd and ninth at 11 that evening. Pearlie walked me to the GAA firehouse. I killed some time, had dinner, made love, then dropped in at the Sanctuary, a former German Lutheran church, last year's top gay discotheque, site of "Klute" location shooting, satanic majesty, great fun-slum spot for Ed Sullivan, Lauren Bacall, members of the Kennedy Clan, a few feet away from solicitation row. I talked to Mike, the manager. "Those drag queens create bad vibes for the gay people," he said. I asked him if he bans street transvestites. No direct reply. "They make for problems and fights, they use the ladies room and leave the place like a garbage pit. Most of them are trash." He said a transvestite killed a john two weeks ago. Knifed him on Ninth Avenue. The john found out the transvestite was a boy. The cops never caught the kid. "They set back any gay lib movement badly. They present the bad side of gay life." Did Mike know that the transvestites and street people were the ones who defied the police at the Stonewall and are directly responsible for setting up a gay movement? He didn't want to know. "They're always hassling, they give blowjobs in parked cars right outside. I prefer if they don't come in here".
Marsha is at the corner. "Honey there is nothing out here tonight. It's a real drag." She's wearing a fantastic wig, hot pants, Stomboli halter, some stuffing. She says she's been hustling seven years. "I thought free loving was the thing. I found out it doesn't pay the rent." Neither does paid love.
Marsha averages three or four tricks a night. She averages $10 a blow job, $20 a fuck. Customers are mostly young straights. Sometimes she stays out all night to clean up. Some weeks she takes home $250. She says she knows practically all the girlies. "They're very nasty. You have to be to come out here. This corner is the lowest." Does Marsha run into trouble with her tricks? Never. "I give them what they want. I don't carry a weapon. I never get into a fight. I let them think what they want to think." How does Marsha picture herself? Is she a woman or a man? "I think of myself as me".
Sylvia comes by with Andorra and Bambi. Bambi is playing with a lighted yo-yo. Andorra, big big Andorra, says "We saw 'Love Story'. Ugh. It wasn't that said. She died at 25 years old. My brother died at 22." A tall girlie pitches in, "Well that's the point. They had so many plans. You're never too young to die". Marsha says "I'm thinking about dying." A newcomer says she's just been with a number who took 20 minutes to come. He was around 40. The numbers around 70 are the easiest to turn. "The young ones, they put you through hell." Sylvia disappears to a waiting car that turns around the corner. She comes back five minutes later with a cheshire cat smile. "How much, girl?" asks Andorra. Sylvia ain't talking. I ask Marsha why she does it, does she like it. "During the daytime they all call us fags and freaks" she says. "At night I get even. I freak on them. I make them pay for the insults they give me. I can have a nice conversation with them, give them words of wisdom. But I'm getting back at them, my way."
At noon on July 5, Mike Umbers is fooling around with a car that's seen better days near his Gay Dogs at the foot of Christopher Street. Mike is 36. ome say he's a soft touch. He's done time, give years between Sing Sing, Greenhaven, Auburn and Clinton. He claims prison is the best education you can get. He's got two marriages behind him. He calls himself a "gay catalyst" and has his fingers in several gay pies. The STAR house is one of his lesser real estate holdings. "I didn't want to rent it" he said on the Gay Dogs deck. "I've owned the building six years. It used to be a legitimate Lower East Side tenement with old Jewish people. They moved because the neighbourhood was going down. I closed the building for a year. Then I gave it to Bubbles who said she'd do everything, fix the place up, collect the rents and securities. Lots of people paint me as an exploiter - I'm not. I think I'm doing more for the gay cause than any of your organisations, militant, pacifists, but I'll be fucked if I house that bunch rent free."
Back to the STAR house. Most of the stuff is packed. The posters are off the walls. Today is the last day. They plan to stay on, though, until the cops come and carry them out. Maybe tomorrow, they think.
Sylvia says "They shouldn't take it out on us. We're paying the rent. We're the ones being misused. We offered to pay the rent directly. He didn't want it".
Andorra pours a shot of something strong from a labelless bottle into a container of mlk. She calls it a Brandy Alexander, and it goes around the room. Sylvia continues, "We had a dream. We still do have a dream. We wanted a house for street people, and it's all down the drain again. It's one chance in a million we'l find another building. Maybe the next time we'll succeed. People will back us up"
Bambi takes a swig from the conconcotion. "We wanted to find another building so the last five days we've been working very hard. Too hard. Andorra was picked up by a detective." I ask Andorra about the charges. "You never give your real name. You say Cookie Delight or Candy Kane or Kim Hunter or Miss Sugar Sweet. No, he just took me for a ride and let me go."
Andorra unbuttons her blouse and fans herself with a Newsweek. "I'd ike a long mink maxi coat for the winter and mink lashes. That's my dream." Bambi says, "I'd have liked to stay here - save our money - get something nice for the fall and move from the East Village. We can't do that now. We'll have to spend our money on eating out and sometimes on hotels, and if the cops come, it's too bad. At least in this hole you could always come home. If you're broke, you could go next door and borrow a dollar or two. The neighbours are nice. They've got good hearts. "
Sylvia pushes a puppy away from the milk container. The puppy bounces back on it, spilling the milk to the floor. Sylvia says "That's how these pigs get to own these places. By not having no hearts." She pushes the puppy's nose into the spiked milk and Bambi and Andorra split to pull themselves together for the evening.
Sylvia has been kicked out of the STAR house. So have Marsha and Bambi and Andorra. The STAR house at 213 East 2nd Street, owned by Mike Umbers of Christopher's End and the Studio Book Store and Gay Dogs and Mark Litho and Village real estate, is unoccupied. And the STARs are living in the street again, morning, noon and night.
Sylvia and Marsha and Bambi and Andorra are men who dress in women's clothing. They occasionally take hormone shots; they don't want a sex change; they hustle for a living. They call themselves "girlies". They're unlike Holly Woodlawn and Jackie Curtis and Candy Darling and some of the others who are into fashion and movie star image. They're unlike the Miss Trentons and Miss Perth Amboys who spend 11 months of the year pasting bangles and rhinestones to their Marie Antoinette hoopskirts so as to slay them and win first prize and next year's Thanksgiving Day Ball. STAR doesn't put this down. Those girls are gay sisters, but they're not girlies, or STARs.
STAR, short for Street Transvestite Action Revolutionaries, is mainly into whoring and radical politics. Their philosophy is to destroy the system that's fucking us over. They're a subculture unaccepted within the subculture of transvestitism and looked down at in horror by many of the women and men in the homosexual liberation movement. Sylvia and Marsha and Bambi and Andorra with their third world looks and their larger-than-life presences and their cut the crap tongues do not "fit" at a GAA meeting. "We don't relate to each other" says Sylvia. Marsha says, "Why should I go to their dances? No one asks me to dance. I freak them out." STAR didn't do too well with the Gay Liberation Front toward the end, either. The STARs relate very well to themselves, and to a certain segment of the "live and let live" street people. But by and large, they're the great unwanteds. Sometimes, it reflects.
Sylvia started STAR as a result of the NYU-Weinstein Basement sit-in last September. She had lived at Weinstein for six days and give nights, one of the most vocal protestors at the sit-in concerning the relationship of the NYU to the homosexual area in which it's located. Weinstein was perhaps the first time a community spirit came out of a cross-section of the homosexual movement in New York. The staids and the activists and the radicals and the transvestites and the street people got to know each other during the siege. It was elbow-to-elbow living, with a common oppressor - the university. After the sit-ins were outsed, Sylvia issued the first STAR pamphlet. "You people run if you want to, but we're tired of running. We intend to fight for our rights until we get them."
About two months after Weinstein, Mike Umbers made a deal "with Bubbles", one of the original STARs, to take over the dilapitdated hellhole of a building on East 2nd Street. It had a roof, but the toilets wouldn't flush, the water came out rusty from the sink, and there was no heat during the winter. Umbers said the legal rent was $310 a month. He'd take $200. The four apartment occupants and whoever stayed over paid Bubbles the rent money. Sometimes it got to Mike Umbers, sometimes it didn't. Bubbles split town for Florida in March or April. Umbers delegated someone else to collect. He claims he's received a total of $198 over a three month period.
I visited the STAR house a couple of days before they got their five-day eviction notice, and I visited again on the day they were supposed to get out. The day of the first visit, Sylvia greeted me at her apartment door. It was 3pm and she was pulling herself together. There were a couple of posters on the wall. Free All Political Prisoners, Free Angela Davis. The scarlet STAR banner she had marched under at the Gay Pride Week celebration a couple of days before lay folded in the corner. A headachey mixture of poppers and leaky gas filled the air. Little puppies were everywhere - Prince and Princess and Polo and Toby. One of the dogs had been hit by a car a month ago, and buried in the back yard. On the floor was an empty ketchup bottle and a box of Diamond Crystal salt. Sylvia pulled out a scrapbook with clippings from The Voice and Gay Power about her achievements. She talked about wanting to get out of the STAR house, about getting another house somewhere else. She said she was back to hustling 42nd Street. The Village was dead, no one had money in the Village any more. She had abandoned the Silver Dollar, "since I broke the last window and someone beat me up I don't relate to it any more".
Bambi was asleep in the next room, and Pearlie May, a woman in man's clothing, was talking about entering the Sisters of the Resurrection Monastery because "they spirit is leading me there". The conversation took a romantic turn and Pearlie said she was madly in love with a lot of people and that's nifty, but she'd never let them know it. She quoted a line from a poem she'd written: "Many thanks to the dead dog lovers". Sylvia and I made plans to meet at 43rd and ninth at 11 that evening. Pearlie walked me to the GAA firehouse. I killed some time, had dinner, made love, then dropped in at the Sanctuary, a former German Lutheran church, last year's top gay discotheque, site of "Klute" location shooting, satanic majesty, great fun-slum spot for Ed Sullivan, Lauren Bacall, members of the Kennedy Clan, a few feet away from solicitation row. I talked to Mike, the manager. "Those drag queens create bad vibes for the gay people," he said. I asked him if he bans street transvestites. No direct reply. "They make for problems and fights, they use the ladies room and leave the place like a garbage pit. Most of them are trash." He said a transvestite killed a john two weeks ago. Knifed him on Ninth Avenue. The john found out the transvestite was a boy. The cops never caught the kid. "They set back any gay lib movement badly. They present the bad side of gay life." Did Mike know that the transvestites and street people were the ones who defied the police at the Stonewall and are directly responsible for setting up a gay movement? He didn't want to know. "They're always hassling, they give blowjobs in parked cars right outside. I prefer if they don't come in here".
Marsha is at the corner. "Honey there is nothing out here tonight. It's a real drag." She's wearing a fantastic wig, hot pants, Stomboli halter, some stuffing. She says she's been hustling seven years. "I thought free loving was the thing. I found out it doesn't pay the rent." Neither does paid love.
Marsha averages three or four tricks a night. She averages $10 a blow job, $20 a fuck. Customers are mostly young straights. Sometimes she stays out all night to clean up. Some weeks she takes home $250. She says she knows practically all the girlies. "They're very nasty. You have to be to come out here. This corner is the lowest." Does Marsha run into trouble with her tricks? Never. "I give them what they want. I don't carry a weapon. I never get into a fight. I let them think what they want to think." How does Marsha picture herself? Is she a woman or a man? "I think of myself as me".
Sylvia comes by with Andorra and Bambi. Bambi is playing with a lighted yo-yo. Andorra, big big Andorra, says "We saw 'Love Story'. Ugh. It wasn't that said. She died at 25 years old. My brother died at 22." A tall girlie pitches in, "Well that's the point. They had so many plans. You're never too young to die". Marsha says "I'm thinking about dying." A newcomer says she's just been with a number who took 20 minutes to come. He was around 40. The numbers around 70 are the easiest to turn. "The young ones, they put you through hell." Sylvia disappears to a waiting car that turns around the corner. She comes back five minutes later with a cheshire cat smile. "How much, girl?" asks Andorra. Sylvia ain't talking. I ask Marsha why she does it, does she like it. "During the daytime they all call us fags and freaks" she says. "At night I get even. I freak on them. I make them pay for the insults they give me. I can have a nice conversation with them, give them words of wisdom. But I'm getting back at them, my way."
At noon on July 5, Mike Umbers is fooling around with a car that's seen better days near his Gay Dogs at the foot of Christopher Street. Mike is 36. ome say he's a soft touch. He's done time, give years between Sing Sing, Greenhaven, Auburn and Clinton. He claims prison is the best education you can get. He's got two marriages behind him. He calls himself a "gay catalyst" and has his fingers in several gay pies. The STAR house is one of his lesser real estate holdings. "I didn't want to rent it" he said on the Gay Dogs deck. "I've owned the building six years. It used to be a legitimate Lower East Side tenement with old Jewish people. They moved because the neighbourhood was going down. I closed the building for a year. Then I gave it to Bubbles who said she'd do everything, fix the place up, collect the rents and securities. Lots of people paint me as an exploiter - I'm not. I think I'm doing more for the gay cause than any of your organisations, militant, pacifists, but I'll be fucked if I house that bunch rent free."
Back to the STAR house. Most of the stuff is packed. The posters are off the walls. Today is the last day. They plan to stay on, though, until the cops come and carry them out. Maybe tomorrow, they think.
Sylvia says "They shouldn't take it out on us. We're paying the rent. We're the ones being misused. We offered to pay the rent directly. He didn't want it".
Andorra pours a shot of something strong from a labelless bottle into a container of mlk. She calls it a Brandy Alexander, and it goes around the room. Sylvia continues, "We had a dream. We still do have a dream. We wanted a house for street people, and it's all down the drain again. It's one chance in a million we'l find another building. Maybe the next time we'll succeed. People will back us up"
Bambi takes a swig from the conconcotion. "We wanted to find another building so the last five days we've been working very hard. Too hard. Andorra was picked up by a detective." I ask Andorra about the charges. "You never give your real name. You say Cookie Delight or Candy Kane or Kim Hunter or Miss Sugar Sweet. No, he just took me for a ride and let me go."
Andorra unbuttons her blouse and fans herself with a Newsweek. "I'd ike a long mink maxi coat for the winter and mink lashes. That's my dream." Bambi says, "I'd have liked to stay here - save our money - get something nice for the fall and move from the East Village. We can't do that now. We'll have to spend our money on eating out and sometimes on hotels, and if the cops come, it's too bad. At least in this hole you could always come home. If you're broke, you could go next door and borrow a dollar or two. The neighbours are nice. They've got good hearts. "
Sylvia pushes a puppy away from the milk container. The puppy bounces back on it, spilling the milk to the floor. Sylvia says "That's how these pigs get to own these places. By not having no hearts." She pushes the puppy's nose into the spiked milk and Bambi and Andorra split to pull themselves together for the evening.
Marsha gets a bit confused on timings and says they lost the place because Michael Umbers had gone back to jail. Some other supplementary information (Village Voice, 1979):
and then less confidently sourced:
There's more to add, like Sylvia proposing there being multiple chapters of STAR House, but this post is already too long.
STAR House was just the Tranch, except in a derelict building in 1970s NYC, and the inhabitants being insane homeless transvestite prostitutes who took disco drugs and earned money through prostitution instead of people like Kevin grifting online. It was rented from a paedophile mafioso slum lord, and given the coy references to people younger than Marsha and Sylvia (Sylvia was 19 at the time) it was almost certainly a den of child prostitution. STAR were disliked and scorned by everyone around them, including the transgender "ballroom houses" you see in things like Paris Is Burning or Pose. Sylvia was also a lolcow who lied about being at Stonewall and throwing "the first brick" or "the second molotov" but was actually passed out in a park from heroin when the riots were underway, and he fled New York after Marsha P Johnson called him out on his bullshit and didn't return until after Marsha had died, when he went directly back to claiming he started the Stonewall Riots (when in fact, it's likely he'd never even been to the Stonewall before).